Eugene's 21st

We thought the day would NEVER come and in fact, the two of us were counting down to the very last second. Finally, Eugene turned 21 and had a good b-day that resulted in at least 10 of us bar hopping, some dancing, a lot of shots (21 to be exact, in fact at the 21st shot he raised his hands in the air like Rocky Balboa) and a stolen Detour sign. Such wise antics for a 21-year old, but give him some credit---he was of abnormal drinking capacity and come on, who doesn't have a 21st birthday where something silly happens (I fell into the bathtub on my 21st and I am proud! If it hadn't happened to me, it would be the funniest thing ever!) I have a new partner in crime for club hopping in the city---first stop on our list, club Eugene in NYC!